"You have to stop writing in the library books," Tyson said. "I will if you stop looking at me like I just kicked a kitten," I replied, sliding the offending book away from him. "I couldn't help it. Someone needs to edit these things." He sat back in the library chair. "Yeah, they're called editors and they already did that." I snorted. "Please. I could drive a truck through the holes in your education." "We're here about your education, not mine." He actually lowered his forehead to bang it on the table. The librarian sent me a stern glance. "What?" I said. "I'm not the one giving myself a lobotomy."